Mother hit me today. She told me that I need to snap out of my depressive behaviour. I was lectured for hours about how I should be grateful to be marrying a good man like Henri.
I had a realization while she droned on and on.
I would rather die than be without Madeleine. I truly would. Even the agony of Hell fire could not compare to how it would feel to be without my love. I know that it is wrong, but I do not care. I need to leave, with Madeleine. I am going to visit her tonight to tell her.
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My Dear Madeleine
Historical FictionAdélaïde, a 15-year-old girl living in Nouvelle France, befriends her older neighbour, Madeleine. Some historians would say... they were very good friends.
